Lyrics:
honeys' to the crib tonight
Guarantee we gon' get up in they rib tonight
Check the new slang
It's changed the braveheart gang bang
When you see me pass
gang bang bang bang
Every little mother fucker in the hood gotta gun
Where the gang signs a getcha flat lined better run
Drug dealing addicts head
Before I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas, "I need you"
Stay up I know these times ain't true
Real life, what's free
Since a lad, I
Dutchman
Loose Mamis fucking, they definite land mines
Dudes with no right hustle throwing gang signs
Empty in the webbings broke and underpaid
Fighting
like I won't see tomorrow
But gangs signs bound to be thrown
By nine-year-olds
That think they're grown
I can't blame them that's all they know
If you
[Chorus]
Ol' English (la-lala-la-la-la-la)
Ridin' by gettin' high
Smokin' on that chronic drinkin' Ol' English
Rags tied gangs signs Letters
honeys' to the crib tonight
Guarantee we gon' get up in they rib tonight
Check the new slang
It's changed the braveheart gang bang
When you see me pass
All of that government funding is nothing my nigga, so I need my money in palms
I didn't sign up for this
I was just born in the projects my nigga,
honeys' to the crib tonight
Guarantee we gon' get up in they rib tonight
Check the new slang
It's changed the braveheart gang bang
When you see me pass
honeys' to the crib tonight
Guarantee we gon' get up in they rib tonight
Check the new slang
It's changed the braveheart gang bang
When you see me pass
honeys' to the crib tonight
Guarantee we gon' get up in they rib tonight
Check the new slang
It's changed the braveheart gang bang
When you see me pass
the trigga i figured you's a ho when
I first caught you slippin'
Fool it's Project Pat and I'm
Game for a killin' now thinkin' I'mma run
That's a stupid ass
calm and I know you'll pass middle class
Got me preaching through Qurans Allah know I'm sick of that
But, you hear the pitter pat
It keeps you in your
I stand
Honey all that good shit tell me, who's the man?
From, here to Bangkok, I sign my John Hancock
on the contract, it's like 1-2-3 Contact
Kick
full of drugs smoking bud song
You anticipated bang shoot em up song gang sign reppin in da club killa thug song
Ooh yeah clright
Don't Be Late Baby
all got suspended, I just got sentenced
So I got no place to go
They threw down my gang sign, I ain't got no hang time
They talk about my sneakers,
That's what he did get biz
Niggas acting like it ain't what it is
Let the knife work push the
Blade up in his shit
Let Doc come sew him up
Gang signs throw
to the mic and then got attach
Hot headed nigga got cold with that
Put on for my city like Project Pat
Niggas out here will sell they soul for a Millie
But
Slay gang shit
Yo this the life we live
And that's word to project pat
Brown skin shorty
And she wants to throw it back
New year same me
Never
when your homie barely blink
He just done powder only at seventeen
You know the common statistic
Inspired by hoop dreams
Now hire about street schemes
gang
Money and fashion now they on my wave
Now they on my wave
Yeah yeah yeah
The diamonds and gold
It don't mean nothing when you by your lone
Still lit
Its so cold in the winter We be runnin
We do what we do cnd they know that we up to something
Gang signs spin around that block you see them comin
a snack
I was a young nigga on the block, watchin' cuz sell crack
I cannot save bitch, grew up on Project Pat
Itching for that drank, think I'm about
box without a song charting
Periodic with my carbon
Throwing up gang signs bitch we semiotics
We pat them down if he reach in his pockets
Cocking
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